Abandoned

This is a continuation of the short story Abandon but from the perspective of the girl.  It's a little bit darker than anything else I've ever written or posted so hopefully it's not too much.  I don't feel this is one of my stronger writings so any constructive criticism, general thoughts, or opinions would be very welcome!

The girl cried desperately, reaching out to grab him as he ran.  Terror coursed through her, lending her broken body enough strength to sprint after him for several feet before that strength abandoned her and sent her crashing to the floor.  She continued to scream after him, fear making her heedless of the danger she was in.  She tried to drag herself to her feet, but her legs refused to support her.  Still screaming and crying, she began dragging herself across the ground.  The rational part of her brain told her there was no way she could possibly catch up to him now, not walking and certainly not crawling, but desperation and fear had driven away all rational thought and she continued to toil in vain.

She screamed for the boy until her voice was no more than a whisper, crawled until her legs and hands were scraped and bleeding.  Exhaustion finally brought her to a shuddering stop.  She lay on the cold ground, heedless of the passing time, her body shaking as she sobbed brokenly.  She drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly, struggling to hold herself together.  Sleep eventually took her, drawing her into its calming embrace, releasing her, at least temporarily, from the living nightmare she found herself trapped in.